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Set your alarm for night-time toilet trips

I’M SURE she’ll be furious when she’s older for telling you, but Bonnie is finally dry at night.

I suspect the lateness of the developmental stage (she’s almost four) is down to me. I forgot when you’re supposed to start taking them out of night-nappies.

Everyone always tells you that girls potty train earlier than boys. But I think all of my lot were day-time toilet trained at around two.

However, the night-dryness comes later, and you have to make a decision to stop putting them in nappies at night and waking them to go to the loo instead.

I kept waiting for Bonnie to be dry by herself, while she simply stayed deeply asleep.

It’s really easy to misjudge, what with today’s high-tech pull-up disposables, which barely feel wet even when you’ve poured half a jug of Robinson’s No Added Sugar into them via the funnel of your child.

But eventually I had to wake up to the fact that she needed us to ‘night-train’ her – even if she stays fast asleep.

She’s a deep sleeper and complains when she’s woken, but after several months and less than a handful of accidents, she’s started getting up automatically when I come in at around 11.30pm, and even puts herself on a potty in her room.

While doctors don’t consider a child to have a medical bed-wetting problem unless they are over six, if you have a three-year old who has been day-time dry for a while, then take the plunge. Fit waterproof sheets, layer with an old towel, be prepared for accidents, and leave the nappy off.

You might find yourself having to sponge down an irritable child and change wet pajamas and bedding a few times at first. But they quickly adjust to the routine , and it’s better to get them in the habit sooner rather than later.

You’ll need to make sure they go before bed, and lift them to the loo or potty every night around the same time.

It’s preferably to make them walk to the loo themselves to imprint a habit, but even when being ‘walked’ Bonnie often seems asleep.

Of course, it’s not plain sailing. Even after weeks of being dry, we have the odd accident.

Eventually, controlling their bladder at night becomes easier, and you’ll find you’re saving a fortune in nappies too.

If accidents are happening every night for more than a fortnight, it’s best to pop them back into pull-ups for a month or two and try again later. Stay positive, laid-back and supportive, because getting cross will only make matters worse.

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She peed in my shoes

The slippers (after a wash)

THE Terrible Twos are in full swing in our house. Our Baby Bonnie is no longer a baby but a full-on foot-stomping, screaming, temper-tantrum-throwing little madam.


I don’t ever wish to gender stereotype but she does seem stroppier than the boys were at the same age. It might have taken slightly longer for her to twig on to the power of an all-out bout of the screaming ab-dabs, but boy, is she making up for lost time.

Bonnie is now two and four months old. She can speak fairly well, is mostly good at making it to the loo in time and knows exactly what she likes (tomatoes, ice-cream, the garden and Peppa Pig) and what she doesn’t like (being told NOT to do something).

We’re now at that wearying stage where she is aware that she’s doing something she shouldn’t.

The tantrum stage is all about independence and testing boundaries. You want her in the car seat, she wants to go in Billy’s booster seat. Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough, Mum.

I can just about manhandle a twisting, kicking child into a car seat, but her wriggling out of holding hands and running off is testing both my patience and fitness.

Bonnie used to come when called. Not now. She will zoom off and when you call her back she will actually pick up speed.

I’ve attempted the tried and trusted Counting Backwards from Five technique (this still works with the boys who can’t resist the competitive element of racing back before “. . .one!”). But she’s not bothered. She wants you to have to run after her and then has a full on tantrum when you prevent her from being run-over.

Extra annoying, of course, is that she reserves this behaviour for me. The childminder will only get a mildly sulky version. Daddy gets adoration.

Despite ignoring her, or picking her up and taking her elsewhere when she does that blood-curdling scream, and resolutely not giving her whatever she wanted in the first place, it does wear you down. And girls don’t seem to forget how annoyed they were with you two hours previously.

The tantrums will pass, but by gum, you have to resist the temptation to join in.

On the other hand, she can be an absolute delight. She insisted on having “lady toes” when she found me re-painting my chipped toe nail varnish (my one attempt at femininity).

She loves shoes, and found my forgotten shiny silver slippers and insisted on wearing them around the house saying: “I a ladeee.”

Until the moment she looked me right in the eye and said: “Mummy, these are your slippers” . . . and then did a wee in them.


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